Deliver me 10- odd
'What in the world could possibly have gotten into that old coot that he would leave my children with that Slytherin, overgrown, greasy bat.' Hermione had gone from shock to anger in nothing flat. She just knew that he had her children hanging from those torture devices he had never bothered to take down. Granted there were times when her children needed this, but that was for Hermione to decide no one else. She stomped down into the dungeons and threw open the door to the potions class. They were not in there. She lost some of the anger and it was being replaced with worry and a little curiosity. She could hear voices so she followed them. She came to a warm comfy looking living room where Miki was reading a book, Kessy was climbing on the furniture and Willow was asleep on one Severus Snape's lap, who was also asleep.
Hermione suddenly felt the pangs of regret at the loss of their father. Draco should have been holding her sick daughter, but Severus looked so much better, so right, holding the pale little waif in his lap. Her head resting on his chest, little hands curled up under her cheek. His arms holding her safely too him. Hermione searched her memory for a picture similar to this with Draco in it. The only one she could come up with was a picture of him and Miki on a bed asleep. She wanted a camera so she could show them one day what their life should have been like. It was so perfect, until he spoke.
"Are you going to stand there all night ogling us or are you going to get this Malfoy off of my lap." Hermione stormed over to Snape and grabbed Willow. She leaned over until her nose was inches from his.
"She is a granger, she always has been, don't call my child, any of them, that name ever again." She didn't feel the need to verbalize an actual threat. She was pretty sure he got the hint. She grabbed the others and walked out of the rooms. She was going to thank him, tell him how great he was for doing this. She had wanted to be nice to him, but he just wouldn't let her. He always had to mess it up. Miki was going on and on about how great his time had been with uncle Severus. Hermione stopped and looked at him. Her voice was calm and she made sure she didn't sound angry.
"Uncle Severus? How did you know his first name?"
"He told me. He told me to call him that."
